Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 180: Silas Prescott’s Schemes for His Son

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Silas Prescott’s Schemes for His Son

Hearing the man call out "Brother Silas," Sophie Sommers was so angry her face turned pale: "I raised you so you could fight Silas for the inheritance. This is what Ethan Prescott owes us, do you understand? If he hadn’t forced me all those years ago, I wouldn’t have been separated from the man I loved, and I wouldn’t have had to put up with Ethan for so many years. He fooled around outside and left me all alone—a living widow! I will make sure he pays for this."

As she brought up the past, Sophie was in tears.

She could never forget that night when she made plans with her boyfriend to celebrate her birthday at a hotel.

She had wanted to give him her first time, but as soon as she walked into the room, Ethan pressed her down onto the bed.

Ethan said she had set him up and drugged him, so he had no choice but to use her as the cure.

He didn’t give her any chance to explain, he just tore off her clothes and forced himself on her.

No matter how she pleaded, he never let her go.

After that night she had Silas, and when Old Master Prescott found out, he didn’t want Prescott’s bloodline to be left outside the family, so he made Ethan marry her and bring her home.

But Ethan didn’t feel any guilt toward her, and instead said that no matter what she did to become Mrs. Prescott, he would never love her.

After marriage, he stayed out every night and was cold to her.

Sophie transferred all her hatred of him onto the child growing in her womb.

She believed the child was a Prescott, and by abusing him, she was getting back at Ethan.

So, ever since Silas was born, she treated him with indifference and never cared about him.

Whenever she saw that child, she would think of Ethan taking advantage of her that night, ruining her life.

Later, she and Ethan divorced, and she left that suffocating house with a hundred million in settlement money.

Only after the divorce did she find out she was pregnant with Ethan’s child again.

She’d planned to have an abortion, but later learned that Ethan had already fathered a son with another woman behind her back.

That son was only five years younger than Silas.

Sophie just couldn’t swallow the insult, so she decided to give birth to this child and use him as her weapon against Silas for the Prescott Family inheritance.

So many years passed, but Sophie’s hatred for Ethan never faded.

She hated everything about him, including his two children.

So she made one child her enemy, and the other her tool for revenge against Ethan.

She wanted Ethan to know the consequence of betraying her.

Isn’t he obsessed with his youngest son? Didn’t he always help Damien Prescott take the top spot?

Then she would let him taste the bitterness of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

She didn’t even have to imagine it—if Ethan found out that his beloved son worked so hard only to be beaten at the last minute by his other son, would he go mad?

And that son was Silas’s trusted aide—he would surely hate it to death.

Hearing her mother’s voice choked with emotion, the man on the other end of the line was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Mom, don’t be sad. I’ll stick to the plan."

Hearing this, Sophie finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Don’t forget—you’re also a child of the Prescotts. When Ethan learned I was pregnant with you, he ruthlessly wanted me to abort you. After what he did to you, you have every reason to hate him and snatch everything that’s rightfully yours."

The man’s eyes grew darker, "Mom, I know what I should do now."

He hung up and dialed another number: "Confirm that Silas Prescott has lost his memory. We’re moving ahead with the power grab."

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A few days later, Owen Paxton came to see Silas, carrying a stack of documents.

Seeing Silas sitting on the bed, studying elementary school textbooks, Owen’s eyes flickered, but quickly returned to normal.

He respectfully approached, saying, "President Prescott, has your memory recovered? Do you remember anything? These documents need your signature."

Silas gazed at him expressionlessly: "Who are you?"

"I’m your assistant, Owen Paxton. I’ve been with you for six years."

"Since you’re my assistant, you handle these documents for me. I can’t understand them right now."

Hearing this, Owen nodded immediately: "President Prescott, please don’t make things harder for me. How could I dare to handle them on your behalf?"

Silas’s tone was cold: "I’m asking you to take care of the documents, not sit in the president’s chair on my behalf. What are you so tense about?"

"I—I’m just afraid others would say I’m overstepping."

"Right now, only you can help me. You’re the only one I trust. Grandpa’s health isn’t good, he can’t work too hard. Assistant Paxton, I’m counting on you. When I’m better, I’ll give you a huge, huge raise."

Silas tried hard to maintain the persona of an adult, but it was obvious he was not the lofty Prescott Group CEO he once was.

A trace of something odd flashed in Owen’s eyes, but he quickly became humble.

"Thank you for trusting me, President Prescott. I’ll make sure everything runs smoothly and keep Damien Prescott from seizing power from you."

Silas nodded slightly: "Thank you, Assistant Paxton. You really are my most trusted aide."

"It’s my duty, President Prescott. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first."

Owen gave Silas a deep bow, then turned and left.

Once the door closed, the innocence in Silas’s eyes gradually vanished, replaced by something different.

He stared vacantly at the elementary textbook in his hands, no telling what was running through his mind.

Sienna Paxton led Julian Prescott into the room, and found Silas hard at work studying.

She smiled warmly, walked over, and patted Silas on the head: "Did you finish the homework I left for you?"

Silas obediently nodded: "I finished it, and it matches the answers."

He handed his homework notebook to Sienna.

Sienna glanced at it and smiled: "Very good, Julian. Daddy gets a lollipop as a reward."

Julian’s chubby little hands rummaged in his backpack.

He picked out the smallest lollipop and handed it to Silas: "Daddy, this flavor’s really good. I saved it especially for you."

Silas shot him a look: "Julian, I lost my memory, not my brains. You think I don’t know this is the smallest one?"

Julian stared at him with big, shiny eyes: "You figured it out, wow! Daddy, you’re amazing."

He took out a bunch of other snacks from his backpack, stuffing them all into Silas’s arms.

Then he seriously said: "Mom says you were really strictly managed by Great-grandpa when you were a kid, and your crappy dad and mom didn’t care about you at all. They never bought you any treats, so me and Mom picked all our favorite snacks for you. Daddy, don’t look down on these snacks, okay? They’re loaded with love from me and Mom. Don’t you feel super loved right now?"

Seeing all those snacks and hearing those words, Silas’s eyes brimmed with emotion.

In his memories, his childhood was boring and loveless.

He’d been groomed as the heir by Grandpa since he was small.

No love from his parents; Grandpa was always busy with business, so he just followed the butler everywhere for lessons and competitions.

He learned the etiquette of the elite, ate only fine cuisine.

No one dared give him snacks like these.

He’d watched other kids get giant packs of snacks and toys from their parents every birthday, and he’d been so jealous.

In his mind, only kids with love got things like these.

So even though he’d wanted to taste them so badly, he never even asked once.

Thinking about his childhood, Silas rubbed Julian’s little head.

His voice was hoarse: "Your childhood is happier than mine. You have a mom who loves you so much, but me—I never had this kind of love."

Seeing his mood sink, Julian quickly stretched out his little hand to gently pat Silas’s cheek.

Softly comforted him: "Daddy, you may not have your mom’s love, but you have my love—and my mom’s. We’ll love you forever."

Silas widened his eyes: "Really? Then let your mom keep me company, and you play by yourself for a while, okay?"

Julian blinked a few times, suddenly feeling like he’d fallen right into Daddy’s trap.